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| [1]The title of the thrittithe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauid. |
[1]I will magnify thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted me, and hast not made my foe to rejoice over me. |
| [2]Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende; delyuere thou me in thi riytfulnesse. |
[2]O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast restored me. |
| [3]Bouwe doun thin eere to me; haaste thou to delyuere me. Be thou to me in to God defendere, and in to an hows of refuyt; that thou make me saaf. |
[3]O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul out of the grave: thou hast revived me from them that go down into the pit. |
| [4]For thou art my strengthe and my refuyt; and for thi name thou schalt lede me forth, and schalt nurische me. |
[4]Sing praises unto the Lord, ye his Saints, and give thanks before the remembrance of his Holiness. |
| [5]Thou schalt lede me out of the snare, which thei hidden to me; for thou art my defendere. |
[5]For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his favor is life: weeping may abide at evening, but joy cometh in the morning. |
| [6]I bitake my spirit in to thin hondis; Lord God of treuthe, thou hast ayen bouyt me. |
[6]And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. |
| [7]Thou hatist hem that kepen vanytees superfluli. |
[7]For thou Lord of thy goodness hadst made my mountain to stand strong: but thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled. |
| [8]Forsothe Y hopide in the Lord; Y schal haue fulli ioie, and schal be glad in thi merci. For thou byheldist my mekenesse; thou sauedist my lijf fro nedis. |
[8]Then cried I unto thee, O Lord, and prayed to my Lord. |
| [9]And thou closidist not me togidere withynne the hondis of the enemy; thou hast sett my feet in a large place. |
[9]What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust give thanks unto thee? Or shall it declare thy truth? |
| [10]Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am troblid; myn iye is troblid in ire, my soule and my wombe `ben troblid. |
[10]Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou mine helper. |
| [11]For whi my lijf failide in sorewe; and my yeeris in weilynges. Mi vertu is maad feble in pouert; and my boonys ben disturblid. |
[11]Thou hast turned my mourning into joy: thou hast loosed my sack and girded me with gladness. |
| [12]Ouer alle myn enemyes Y am maad schenship greetli to my neiyboris; and drede to my knowun. Thei that sien me with outforth, fledden fro me; Y am youun to foryetyng, |
[12]Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee forever. |